Intro: tinaye
Matama anovaima nemunyu wemisodzi
Ndachemera ngirozi, ndabuditsa misodzi
Verse: malcom mufunde
I can’t escape my wounds, they make you who you are
Silly simba, i’ll never run away from a scar
Gave up too many times for the backlash i received
Felt like a neanderthal how they caved me in
See how i defy the odds but i’ll always be the one
Now they taking me serious but i do this for fun
A lotta rappers are crooked; i ain’t talking about i
180 degrees; i keep it straight in every line
And the verses come in numbers like the fourth book of the bible
Criminal; had 12 following me like christ’s disciples
Reached another degree of innovation
No 360 deal but they’ve my songs in rotation
Yet all these punchlines and not a dollar i’ve seen
No elangeni, the bars don’t really come with the green
I guess i gotta water down and make the bars liquid
You keep it solid, you can never make your pockets liquid
But them dawgs bite my style, i gotta test for rabies
I just pride myself in being humble at it
You can’t wish to be this good, there’s no genie for genius
Been singing for too long; this the voice of experience
Never checked a price tag, i do this at all costs
And field on my own; i catch bodies and throw shots
It’s ironic how they tried to write off their best writer
Now all my words come with a punch like a typewriter
Chorus: malcom mufunde
Even mathematicians couldn’t figure me out
I made a countless achievements since they counted me out
But let me mind my own business
Those who need my company, it ain’t publicly listed
My immortal raps will live for me way after my time
So i’ll be the best rapper alive even after i die
Coz anything i write is a masterpiece in literature
There’s even a punchline in my signature
Verse 2: malcom mufunde
See, there’s a magical science in my lyrics
The flow is solid, i know that defies physics
The best at this and this ain’t even what i do the best
I kill rappers and make you weep for the dead like a hearse
I’m like black hippy or slaughterhouse, the fact is
I’m not just an emcee, i’m a collective
I run the show, they struggle to keep up
Rappers getting more tired than an eighteen-wheeler
I put my heart in this, they know they can’t match my cardio
But still try to jump over the point like super mario
Two classics in a row, i been on a roll
Aiming for three in a row like tic-tac-toe
I know rappers who used to run the game till they
Lost legs on the scene like the serpent in eden
But i’m a colonizer; i’m here to stay
Been dope for so long calling me dope is now a cliché
Chorus: malcom mufunde
Even mathematicians couldn’t figure me out
I made a countless achievements since they counted me out
But let me mind my own business
Those who need my company, it ain’t publicly listed
My immortal raps will live for me way after my time
So i’ll be the best rapper alive even after i die
Coz anything i write is a masterpiece in literature
There’s even a punchline in my signature
Outro: dj mace
This is emcee fm
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